Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.